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up light
san francisco, ca | 5:09pm PST

light shows what the dark hides.

under my bed
clearwater, ks | 9:17pm CST

i was tidying up my room a bit, and found a canadian dime under my bed.
funny how something so small and worthless can conjure up so much….

the witch’s house
westminster, co | 9:50am MST

every year we peek deep within the branches, gazing up from the floor underneath to find the witch’s house and within it the magic that it spreads to the tree. it is hidden from plain view. only a discerning eye and quiet study time will reveal its placement. it is a game his family plays, and now because i am one of them, i do it too, calling out, "i found it!", hopefully before the rest of them.

red door
berkeley, ca | 4:05pm PST

if ever i own a house, it will have a red door.
a house with red door seems to promise living room forts made of cushions, long family dinners ending in wet dishtowel fights, and late night laughing over games of cards.
yeah, red door’d houses seem to be full of fun.

sunday in kansas
wichita, ks | 2:56pm CST

a frost dusted morning.
a family ride in the car.
a nap to the sound of football.
an airplane ride with my dad.
a sunset run with my mom.
a glass of wine with my brother.

a nearly perfect day….

the mountains
westminster, co | 10:36am MST

never has a geological presence played such a strong role in my existence. here the mountains are the main character. they tell us which way to go; they stir their mystery into the weather, make the sunrise more magical, the sunset sooner; they remind me i am from the plains and that they are more majestic than i will ever know.

red and green
sf, ca | 7:49pm PST

politically correct green and red.

up
wichita, ks | 1:07am CST

up = north

somewhere
milwaukee, wi | 3:23pm CST

we spent the day in trains, planes, buses, and cars traveling from a to b. it’s hard to for me to exist in this transitory state, filling the hours with idle postures, gestures, and activities to which i default.

it matters little where i am. it only matters that i am neither a nor b, but trying to exist someplace in the middle.

marshmellow flakes
berkeley, ca | 9:04pm PST

dreams of dances with sugar plums and waltzes with flowers come true in marshmallow snowflakes.

despite it all
wichita, ks | 3:18pm CST

i had forgotten how clear my head gets when i’m here….
despite everything i’m dealing with at the moment….there is just something about being the only person around for miles and miles….

reunions
boston, ma | 6:22pm EST

sometimes it takes as much effort to see a friend in the same city as it does to see a friend in another town. our reunion was long overdue. it only took a surprise birthday to bring us together.

three part scene
san francisco, ca | 1:14pm PST

i slip my toes into the sand, feeling the grains slip between my toes. i want to run across it and sink down into it at the same time.

i lift my eyes up to the sky and get lost in its blueness. the clouds swirl above my and invite me to leave the ground.

and i exist between the two… not quite grounded yet not free to fly. i hold the two together yet not fully existing in either.

not as cold as there
wichita, ks | 11:00am CST

today i just follow. not sure what. but i trust it.
what do we have to lose. why do we hold back.
there is no other choice.

wintering
somerville, ma | 12:52pm EST

the barrenness of winter leaves the world vulnerable. everything is raw. a tree is no more than a tree. and i am no more than myself.

white flowers
san francisco, ca | 7:05pm PST

i never was a fan of roses. but sometimes i have to remember that some people do and that is reason enough to appreciate their presence.

up here
between ny and ks | 2:12pm CST

there are some serious thoughts happening up here.

pink cold
cambridge, ma | 1:24pm EST

when my body is warm, i like the cold. the freshness of cheeks tinged pink, my face frozen in a half-grimace smile. when my face is the only thing exposed i can be happy with the cold weather, and the wind it brings.

dual processors
san francisco, ca | 4:47pm PST

a pc by day and mac by night is difficult enough. switching between the two side by side messes with my efficiency.

walking the walk i used to always walk
new york, ny | 12:26pm EST

so many previous memories here.
some good, some not so good.
but those don’t matter now. there are new memories to be made.
the signs, the moments, the laughs.
everything is new again.

december 15th
somerville, ma | 10:31pm EST

when people ask “how did you know?” i say, “you just do.” two years ago i said those two small words that last a lifetime. two years ago i said to him, “i do.”

brick
berkeley, ca | 8:33pm PST

you don’t try to build a wall. you don’t set out to build a wall. you don’t say, i’m going to build the biggest baddest greatest wall that’s ever been built. you don’t start there. you say, i’m going to lay this brick as perfectly as a brick can be laid, and you do that every single day and soon you have a wall.
will smith

this time
new york, ny | 10:48pm EST

i can’t resist falling in love with new york every time i walk this bridge.
this time is just slightly different.

in the darkness
somerville, ma | 11:01pm EST

i adhere to deadlines.
it’s a distinct personality trait.
either you do or you don’t.
i do.
even if that means, staying up late.

red and green
berkeley, ca | 4:12pm PST

you know a tree by its leaves. their colors, shape, and texture act as markers for their maker. even after they fall, they give homage to their source.

new york with you
new york, ny | 1:01pm EST

despite the gray and the rain, today was one of my top NY days.

full of photographing, walking, reflecting of all kinds.
umbrella dodging, subway riding, getting lost, getting found again.
seeing things i’ve never before seen, in a new light.
wandering through 18 miles of books.
watching new yorkers give in to montreal charm.
tim burton at the MoMA.
the Brooklyn bridge.
topping it off with a midnight encounter with some large, hungry Brooklyn rats.

treasures
cambridge, ma | 10:52am EST

around every corner lurks a treasure to find. the question is whether, or not, you behold it.

tree time
berkeley, ca | 12:03pm PST

every year my mom gave us an ornament so that someday when we left, our tree would already be full of memories. i cannot help but enjoy the stories all over again wrapped up in each little memento.

US soil
new york, ny | 11:12am EST

my first day back in the states.
my senses are hit with every sort of shock.
i question my decision to make a pitstop in the loudest city i have ever been to.

but i come to an old familiar place to see it through new eyes. to feel it. to find the peace.
avec toi.

dressed up
somerville, ma | 9:27pm EST

to celebrate our wedding, that was no less than an adventure, every year we dress up in our wedding attire, go to dinner, and celebrate another year of being together.

and every year, it’s an adventure.

for a glimpse into our adventure
(until i write a book about it)
look here.